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Matt Winn’s plot is ultimately a dry form of slapstick in which the best-laid plans, as well as the hypocrisies and begrudgements, of the haute bourgeoisie are put to the test by interlopers of one sort or another.
Burnett’s picture doesn’t concern itself with anything so concrete as a plot. We get to know the denizens of the protagonist’s neighborhood through an accumulation of moments. Evocation rather than explication is the rule.
The exhibition retains Soho Photo’s promise to provide a forum where ‘serious photographers could exhibit their personal work and exchange ideas, learn and grow as artists.’
Cohn didn’t brook nonsense and often engaged in dubious behavior. ‘I went from covering Al Capone to covering Harry Cohn,’ an Associated Press reporter once wrote. ‘Cohn was by far the meanest.’
This isn’t the first time that his life and work have been the subject of sustained attention: Terry Zwigoff’s 1994 documentary ‘Crumb’ is among the finest cinematic portraits of an artist.
Did the director, Brian Skiba, encourage the actor to pattern his anachronistic performance as a born-again bandit on the Godfather of Soul, James Brown?
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